Chapter 677 Hundreds of years ago, the upper reaches of the river
"Praise the Lord God, Huitzilopochtli! Dedicate yourself to God, fight for God!"
In the dark night, faced with the sudden siege of the wilderness tribes, Zuvalo's hands and feet trembled and he was filled with fear. He stretched out his hand, held the sun hummingbird amulet on his chest, tried to muster up courage, and prayed and shouted loudly.
"Get ready, follow me and fight back to the ship!"
The location of the camp was not far from the docked fleet. He was already ready for a fight. He wanted to lead the hundreds of warriors and sailors who landed, desperately breaking through the hundreds of enemies surrounded by all sides, and returning to the ship overnight.
"Hmm? Huitzil-opochtli? Hummingbird, left? Sage leader at the top?"
However, upon hearing Zuvalo's prayers and shouts, a powerful leader wearing a feather crown and tattoos on his face walked out from among hundreds of tribal warriors with a throwing spear. His eyes were sharp and he stared at
With the sun hummingbird amulet around Zuvarro's neck, he looked at the opponent's sacrificial robe with divine patterns, confusion and surprise on his face. After a few breaths, he finally spoke, but it was in the ancient Uto-Aztec language (uto
-azte).
"Huichol, Wixárika, Teopan. We, the Huichols, the Teopans, follow the guidance of the blood and the eagle. So do you, the tribesmen on board.
A branch of the Huichol people, following the guidance of the divine hummingbird?”
Hearing the words of the leader, the new priest Zuvalo stood stunned on the spot. Although the other party's language was strange, he could understand it. It was even closer to Mexica than the Prepecha language in the Lake District. Zuvalo's thoughts were anxious.
Turning around, remembering the story in Shenwei University about the origin of all races, he hesitantly lowered the bronze spear in his hand and asked in Mexica.
"Friends, we are from the Mexica Alliance. The alliance was originally a tribe from Aztlan. We follow the guidance of the sun and hummingbirds, and believe in the supreme god who holds lightning and throws spears. Are you Huichol people? Where are you from?
?”
"The God of War who believes in the sun and hummingbirds, wields lightning and throws spears? Thinking of the God of War as the Father God? It's really strange. However, the God of War with lightning is indeed one of the gods!"
Upon hearing Zuvalo's description, Visaka, the leader of the Torpan tribe, raised his eyebrows. He pondered for a while, and then carefully observed the kingdom warriors in the camp, their sophisticated weapons and equipment, and their expressions of fighting to the death.
After a while, Visaka howled like a wolf twice, and the Tolpan warriors all lowered their stone spears, giving up the threat of attack and showing some goodwill.
"The Huichol tribe on the ship, I don't know where you come from, but we should have common ancestors and are not enemies! The god of lightning and spear-throwing war is one of the gods of the Huichol people in the mountains, and he is also a god of war.
They are ancient gods. The sun father god tayaupá, the rain mother god nacawe, the eagle star god, the water snake cloud god, the scarlet death god, the corn goddess, and the war god holding lightning are all important gods."
Visaka opened his upper body shirt, revealing the tattoo of the Father Sun on his chest. The sun was as broad as the ocean, emitting wave-like light. And in the middle of the sun, there was a red heart tattooed on it.
"The gods watch the world and rule the red sky, earth and ocean together. And we Huichol people are the red hearts migrating along the rivers in the wilderness."
The newly minted priest Zuvalo's eyes widened and he stared at the other person's tattoo. This kind of worship of the red sun and heart seemed to exist on the royal flag of the alliance and in the inheritance chart of the priest. He thought of
What, my lips were a little dry for a moment, and after being silent for a while, I made an invitation.
…
"Friends from the Torpan tribe, we have never been hostile. I think we can sit down and have a good chat by the campfire."
The long night returned to silence, and low conversations were heard from time to time. From inheritance, myths, rituals, to gods, the two leaders from both sides chatted for a long time, and they felt more and more that there was some ancient closeness, but there were also real differences.
.
This is like a bifurcated river that has flowed for hundreds of years, reflecting the same shadow of the past. But the scenery on both sides of the river has become completely different. Looking back, you can vaguely see the upper reaches of the river. And in the long river
Below, the powerful Mexica Alliance has grown into a river and a sea without realizing it! Zuvalo was silent for a long time, and then he asked aloud under the light of the morning sun.
"Dear Chief Visaka, may I ask how many tribes there are in the Huichol people in the wilderness mountains now?"
Visaka touched his chin, the feather crest on his head swaying in the wind. His eyes flashed, watching Zuvalo's expression, and answered in a deep voice.
"The tribes move around, chasing prey and water plants for half the year, and planting corn and beans for the other half of the year. No one knows how many tribes there are in this wilderness of hundreds of thousands of miles. But like our Topan tribe, there are only one or two thousand people
There are always twenty or thirty tribes. However, the larger tribes cannot be supported in this wilderness, and they have to fight southward to compete for more fertile valleys."
"The Guakili people in the southeastern plateau were once hostile to the tribes, and they fought and fought. But a few years ago, the cold wave moved southward, causing heavy casualties in various tribes, and many of them lost contact. The large Guakili tribes all gathered together and headed south.
Migrated. I know that two large Huichol tribes have gone south to the territory of the Guakili people and mixed with the local tribes."
Hearing this, Zuwaro raised his eyebrows. There are twenty or thirty tribes, each with one or two thousand people, that is, the number of forty to fifty thousand people. Plus the more scattered small tribes and several large tribes that have moved south,
It is estimated that there are 70,000 to 80,000 people. This scale is not too large compared to other parts of the wasteland, but it is not too small either. The entire land in the wasteland is still too barren.
As for the hunting and farming territory of the Huichol people, it is in the western and northern part of the wilderness. In the southeast, they border on the silver-stone-rich Sacascat land of the Guakili people, and in the northwest, they border on Totome in the mountains.
People have had contact with each other. And such a migratory and warlike tribe actually has many similarities with the Alliance in terms of language and beliefs.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Behind this similarity may be a common origin, just hundreds of years ago. And if we can ally with them, we can gradually assimilate the kingdom into the world."
In the northwest, on this northern route, a truly solid stronghold will be established!"
Thinking of this, a sincere smile appeared on Zuvalo's face. He reached into his arms, took out a golden amulet of a sun hummingbird, and solemnly gave it to Visaka. This time he went north, and he brought many such amulets.
, and also gave away a lot.
"Praise the Lord God, Huitzilopochtli! He has granted us lightning-fast travel, thousands of miles away, to meet our ancient kin! Come, Brother Visaca, let us have a good chat. Maybe, you can
Consider settling down at the mouth of the Torpan River."
"The land at the mouth of this river is actually very fertile. As long as you master the farming skills, you can get a stable food harvest. And fishing can also be done along the coast at the mouth of the river. As for the skills of building boats and fishing, the tribes on our boats also have
I can teach you."
After hearing Zuvaro's narration, the leader of Visaka frowned. Instead of showing joy, he looked wary. He looked into Zuvaro's eyes and asked in a deep voice, word by word.
"Zuvarro, my friend. In the wilderness, there is never free food. Hunters will only release bait when hunting. Since you have shown so much goodwill to our Torpan tribe,
, then what do you want to get in return from us?"
Hearing this, the new priest Zuvalo lowered his eyes. After a while, he looked at the leader of the Torpan tribe and answered solemnly.
"The supreme lord god shines on the red sky and earth, from the plateau and lowland in the south to the Gobi and mountains in the north! We will not persecute our distant compatriots, but will only bring you the brilliance of the lord god, which is something we have never thought of.
prosperity and growth.”
"The price we need is to let the revered Lord God fall into your hearts and become the only supreme god! From then on, the blood of the brothers' tribes will blend together, and you will gradually become one with us."
